Page 40 of Shattered Choices

His kisses. I missed them. I missed how he devours my mouth, how he nibbles on my lips. I miss his hand on my neck. His breath on my skin.

And I want it all tonight. Tonight, I will surrender to him, and I will take whatever he gives me.

His lips kiss the skin on my neck and down my collarbone until they reach my breasts, and he sucks on my nipples. I push my body into him, wanting more, and let out a moan.

His hand cups my other breast, and I wrap my legs around his waist and grind my pussy into his hard, jeans-covered cock.

My hands fumble with the buttons of his jeans with my need to have his skin on mine.

“Take off your clothes, Salvatore.”

He smirks. “Is that an order?”

I lick my lower lip. “Yes.”

In a second, he is out of his clothes and towering over me again.

I wrap my legs around him and pull him toward me. At the same time, we reach for one another and kiss. His touch on my skin is frenzied, and I’m so desperate to have him inside me. Just as I can’t take it anymore, he sinks inside me in one go.

“Fuck!” Salvatore curses and stills. His eyes close and his head tips back. I move my hips, but he stops me and leans in, kissing me.

He moves, taking his cock all the way out. Slowly, he slides inside me again. He keeps moving slowly and kissing me. This is not fucking, this is sweet lovemaking, where he kisses and explores my body, looking me in the eye, full of promise.

With every slide inside me, he hits my sweet spot until I can’t take it anymore as I come undone underneath him.Salvatore follows moments after me, his eyes captivating me and promising all the things I want.

He collapses beside me and pulls me to his side. I breathe slowly, overwhelmed by the hurricane of emotions inside me that are making my brain overthink every decision I’ve made.

I lift myself so I can look at him, but he doesn’t let me speak. “I’m not done with you. But I do need a few moments to gain my strength.”

I chuckle, glad for the distraction. “You’d better because this sweet sex is not what I want.”

At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

“Sweet sex? Is that what this was?” He shrugs. “I’ve never done that before.”

I place my hand on his chest and lean my head on it. “Why not?”

He strokes my hair gently. “Why would I? I never cared about any woman before you.”

I close my eyes in an attempt to avoid this conversation, but he has other plans as he rolls me onto my back with my hands pinned above my head.

“I know you don’t want to talk about this, and for now, I will let you have your own way. Now, I will fuck you like I hate you and make you forget all things that worry your little head.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to ask what he means as in one swift move, he turns me on my stomach, and a gasp escapes me. He lifts my hips, my ass in the air. I want to balance on my elbows, but that isn’t possible because he twists my hands behind my back, holding them in his, pinning my head on the bed.

He leans forward, his breath catching my ear. “Will you be a bad girl and scream, and let everyone know you’re being fucked? Or will you be a good girl and keep your moans for me?”

My eyes widen at the thought of my father hearing me. Before I can answer him, he slams into me. His cock slides nicely inside. My cum and his mixed together gives my pussy enough lubricant to fuck me as hard as he wants. In and out, he slams into me, pinning me down. I’m unable to move as I moan loudly.

He stops for a second, only to spread my legs apart so he can fuck me deeper. I bury my face into the sheets and scream, moaning for more.

“That’s it. Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He holds my hands in one of his, and using his free hand, he takes some of my wetness before he places his thumb inside my tight hole, making me scream even more. He plays with my hole and fucks me at the same time. My body screams with the sensation. The feeling of being full of him is destroying all the thoughts in my head while I chase the earth-shattering feeling until my knees buckle.

I try to keep myself on my knees, but as he slams into me, his finger meets his cock from the other side, and I fall apart. I come so hard that I see stars. My screams are muffled in my sheets, and just for a second, I think I lose awareness of where I am. I can’t remember Salvatore coming or how I’m sprawled on the bed.

“Now that you’re back, it’s time to clean you up.” I look at him with hooded eyes. When he dives between my legs and cleans up our cum with his tongue, making me come for the fourth time tonight, I realize I’m addicted.

I’m addicted to his tongue between my legs, and I grip his hair, enjoying every second of it.

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